This time change is killing me! It’s 8:00 and I’m already snug in my bed. Of course, I’ve been up since about 5:30 this morning. Hunting season started this weekend, and around here, that is almost as exciting as Christmas. And, it’s every bit as exhausting.
My oldest daughter was the lucky one this weekend, as she got a doe. We spent last night and today processing it. I decided to make all of the ground meat into maple sage breakfast sausage. We ended up with about 15 pounds of that and several roasts. Clean up after a day of processing is quite a chore! I’ve bleached sinks, counters and cutting boards. I’ve cleaned blood off the cabinets and I washed and rewashed the clothes that my husband had on when he skinned the deer. It’s a messy, time consuming job, but it sure is nice to have the freezer stocked with local, natural meat. I won’t say free, because hunting is not a cheap hobby, but it’s worth it.
The other day I had to laugh a little at what a farm girl I have become. I woke up early and wrote a story about our family Bluegrass band. Then I put on my hunter orange cap and took a hike around the farm. After that I got in our big ole’ farm truck, drove to the 4-h center to sign one of the kids up for a class, dropped the tractor tires off to be fixed and then picked up some corn for the animals.
I was never exactly a city girl. I grew up in small towns. So, I was never exactly a country girl either. Now that I have lived this life for the past ten years, I could never go back to living in town. I love life on the farm!
I am thrilled that my kids get to grow up this way. They are learning to work hard. They play hard. They play together. I love that their friends get to come over and hunt, have air soft battles, go sledding, have bonfires and camp out in the treehouse. I am most happy when there are lots of kids screaming and laughing and running through our woods, playing in the yard or sitting in my living room. I like being able to offer a little bit of life in the country to our kids’ friends.
I also love gardening in my pajamas, singing as loud as I want in my front yard and sitting on my driveway staring at the stars at night. I realize that I could do all of these things if I lived in town, but I prefer not to have people peering at me from their windows.
So, in this season of thankfulness, I am thinking about how thankful I am to live in our pretty little spot at the end of a country road. I love our farm and the beautiful life that we live here. I am truly blessed!
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17
C’mon over and sit on the front porch, or walk through the trails with us. We love to share what the Lord has given us.